This is a song about "Cross eyes"

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

Cross that shit off my checklist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

They're tryin to say that i don't care

But that's not my cross to bear.

Blood on the cross set me free

Hey, must be the money

Where would i be without my dogs

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Never cross me and this could be friendly